1. Poems about chanting things
1. Mao Zedong's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
Original text:
Wind and rain send spring home , flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.
Qiao doesn’t fight for spring, she only repays it. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes.
Translation:
Wind and rain send spring away, and flying snow welcomes spring again. It is the season when hundreds of feet of icicles form on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers blooming.
Pretty but not taking away the beauty of spring, just reporting the news of spring. When the mountains and fields are covered with flowers, the plum blossoms are smiling among the flowers.
2. "Ode to Willows/Poems on Willow Branches" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Jasper is made up to the height of a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Translation:
The tall willow trees are covered with new green leaves, and the light hanging willow branches are like thousands of gently fluttering green ribbons.
I don’t know who cut these thin willow leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like magic scissors.
3. "Bamboo and Stone" by Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty
Original text:
He insists on not letting go of the green mountains, and the roots are still in the broken rocks.
Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
Translation:
The bamboo grasps the green mountain and does not relax at all. Its roots are firmly rooted in the rock crevices.
After countless hardships and blows, the body and bones are still strong, no matter you blow the southeast wind in the scorching summer or the northwest wind in the harsh winter.
4. "Gift of Lotus" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust.
There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which are open and closed freely.
This flower and this leaf always complement each other, the green is reduced and the red is faded, and the sorrow is killing.
Translation:
People in the world have different attitudes towards flowers and leaves. When flowers are planted in copper pots, the flowers and leaves can only fall into the soil and turn into dust.
Only the lotus has red flowers and green leaves that complement each other. The lotus leaves are curled and relaxed, and the lotus flowers are open and closed. The contrast is so perfect and natural.
Lotus flowers and lotus leaves have always been in harmony with each other. When the lotus leaves fall and the lotus flowers wither, it is really sad.
5. "Ode of Lime" by Yu Qian of the Ming Dynasty
Original text:
Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened.
Don’t be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces, you must remain innocent in this world.
Translation:
Stones quarried from the mountains after thousands of hammerings are burned by raging fire as a normal thing.
Don't be afraid even if your body is broken into pieces, as long as you keep your noble moral integrity in the world. 2. What are the poems about chanting things?
Spring in Poems 1. When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. Who said that the heart of an inch of grass can repay three spring rays. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song") 3. Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will they sprout in spring? (Wang Wei : "Lovesickness")) 4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
(Du Fu: "Spring Night Joyful Rain") 5. The wild fire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again. (Bai Juyi: (Farewell to the ancient grass)) 6. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
(Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers") 7. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in spring. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
(Gong Zizhen: (Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai)) 9. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to the Willow") 10. The spring scenery is so full that the garden cannot be closed, just one branch Red apricots come out of the wall.
(Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth visiting the garden") Summer in the poem 1. I don't know the heat when I am exhausted, but I appreciate the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Guan Mao") 2. Deep. Living in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear.
(Li Shangyin: (Wanqing)) 3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun: (Traveling to Sailing in Chishi)) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness.
(Du Fu: "Sigh on a Summer Night") 5. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat while sitting still. (Dai Fuxu: "The Great Heat") 6. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer.
(Li Ang: "Summer Couplet") 7. The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn. Lan. (Cen Shen: "The Water Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin Back to the County") 8. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but when it clears up, you will feel that summer is deep.
(Fan Chengda: "Xiqing") 9. Qingjiang. A song hugs the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun") 10. Why regret that Fang Fei is gone? "Occasional title") Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival 1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising (Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai") 2. The three autumn leaves can bloom in February.
(Li Qiao: "Wind") 3. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers") 4. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will decline.
("Han Yuefu? Long Song Xing") 5. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wu Dynasty. (Du Fu: "Quequatrains") 6. The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the surface of the pool that has not been polished.
(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting") 7. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems") 8. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies.
(Du Mu: "Autumn Eve") 9. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? (Li Yu: "Poppy Poppies") 10. I wanted to stop talking, but I said it was a cool day in autumn.
(Xin Qiji: "The Ugly Nuer? Shubo Mountain Road") Winter in the Poetry 1. And it is this winter, and there is no end to the death of Guanxi. (Du Fu: "Army Chariots")' 2. The autumn moon shines brightly, and the winter ridge shows the cold pines.
(Tao Yuanming: "Four Seasons") 3. The southern neighbor is even more memorable, and the cloth has not been redeemed in winter. (Lu You: "A storm breaks out on October 28th") 4. Winter is coming to an end tonight, and the new year is brightening and the sun is getting longer.
(Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui") 5. The sound of the sheng brings up the autumn wind, and the wine flies away from the winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Poetry of Four Qi") 6. When midwinter arrives, all the flowers will die.
(Chen Yi: "Plum Blossoms") 7. I don't know that the water flowers bloomed first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum Blossoms") 8. Children study in the winter and make noise among their neighbors, but the foolish Confucians on the other side are precious.
(Lu You: "Residence in the Suburbs in Autumn") 9. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees accompany me. (Bai Juyi: "Homesickness at Winter Solstice") 10. The weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and the sun brings forth spring at the winter solstice.
(Du Fu: "Xiao Zhi") Poetry Zhongshan 1. Thousands of mountains have lost their birds, and thousands of people have disappeared. (Liu Zongyuan: "Snow on the River") 2. The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.
(Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower") 3. When you reach the top, you can see all the mountains at a glance. (Du Fu: "Wang Yue") 4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. (Wang Wei: "Lu Chai") 6. The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
(Li Bai: "Guanshan Moon") 7. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain") 8. Bean planting At the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.
(Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields") 9. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. (Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man? Book Jiangxi Ostomy Wall")) 10. Don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because you are in this mountain.
(Su Shi: "Inscription on the West Forest Wall") Water in the poem 1. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. ("The Book of Songs? Jianjia") 2. Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall.
(Cao Cao: Viewing the Sea) 3. White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves. (King Luo Bin: "Ode to the Goose") 4. Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point.
(Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")) 5. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. (Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village") 6. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me.
(Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun") 7. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Bamboo Branch Poems") 8. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
(Bai Juyi: "Remembering Jiangnan") 9. The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water. (Yang Wanli: "Little Pond") 10. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
(Su Shi: "Inscribed on Huichong {Evening View of Spring River)") The Sun in the Poetry 1. The sun rises in the southeast corner, shining on my Qin family building. ("Han Yuefu? Mo Shang Sang") 2. The sun is shining behind the mountains, and the Yellow River is flowing with people.
(Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower") 3. In Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. (Du Fu: "Quatrains") 4. At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
(Liu Changqing: "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow")) 5. The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river. (Wang Wei: "Envoy to the Fortress") 6. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
(Chang Jian: "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple") 7. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River") 8. Thousands of households are always replacing old talismans with new peaches.
(Wang Anshi: "Yuan Ri") 9. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. (Yang Wanli: (Sent off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple)) 10. The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and a lonely sail comes from the sun.
(Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain") Moon in the poem 1. In front of the bed The bright moonlight is suspected to be frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, I lower my head and think about my hometown.
(Li Bai: "Quiet Night Thoughts") 2. The sky is low in the wild, and the moon is clear over the river. "Stay in Jiande River") 3. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upstream.
(Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") 4. The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and Shan Yu escapes at night. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon") 5. Raise a cup to the bright moon and look at each other as three people. : "Gu Lang Yue Xing") 7. Deep.
3. Looking for three poems that praise things and express aspirations.
"Singing Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the Southern Crown think of invasion.
The shadow of Xuanxuan came to sing to Bai Tou. It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind.
No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity? Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi There are several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming. Qingsong Chen Yi The green pine trees are tall and straight under the heavy snow.
To know that the pines are pure, wait until the snow melts. Mo Mei Wang Mian The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house are blooming with faint ink marks.
Don’t let others praise the good color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe. Bamboo and Stone Zheng Banqiao insists on not letting go of the green mountains, and the roots are still in the broken rocks. It is still strong despite being struck by thousands of blows, regardless of the east, west, north, and south winds. Song of Lime by Yu Qian Thousands of hammers are struck out of the mountains, and the fire burns as if it is leisurely. I am not afraid of being shattered into pieces. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
"Painting Chrysanthemums" by Zheng Sixiao If the flowers bloom, all the flowers will follow, and the fun of being independent and sparse will not be exhausted. I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind.
"Chrysanthemum" Huang Chao When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The incense formation soaring into the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.
Inscribed on chrysanthemums, Huangchao. The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with chrysanthemums. The pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Qinyuan Spring. Snow Mao Zedong The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing.
The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the original wax figure wants to compete with God. It's a sunny day and it looks particularly enchanting when you look at the red dress. There are so many beauties in the country that it attracts countless heroes to bow their waists.
I regret that Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han were slightly less talented in literature; Emperor Zong of Tang and Song Dynasty were slightly less elegant. The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot at giant eagles.
It’s all gone, let’s count the famous people, let’s look at the present! Heavy snow is pressing down on the green pines. Author: Marshal Chen Yi. Heavy snow is pressing down on the green pines, and the green pines are straight and straight. You should know that the pines are noble and pure until the snow melts. 4. What are the other three poems that praise things and express aspirations?
Happy Rain on a Spring Night by Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Xiaosong Du Xunhe
Since childhood, I have been living in the deep grass with thorns, but now I am gradually aware of the mountain basil.
At that time, people did not know the Lingyun tree, and they waited until Lingyun began to flourish.
Bats in the Cave, Zi Ju Yi
Thousand-year-old rats turned into white bats, and the black caves hide deep in the traps.
A sincere plan can harm the whole body from afar, but what about the darkness of a lifetime?
Bu Suanzi, Yong Mei, Lu You
Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Plum blossoms in the frosty sky, Fan Chengda
The wind breaks in the evening, and the power of spring changes overnight. The flowers are sparse, the sky is pale, clouds come and go, and a few trees are covered with snow.
Victory is inevitable, sorrow is also inevitable, who can say this? There are only two rows of low-flying geese, knowing people leaning on them, painting the moon in the building
Beipi Apricot Blossom by Wang Anshi
A spring water surrounds the flower body, and the figures are enchanting, each occupying the spring.
Even if it is blown into snow by the spring wind, it is better than being crushed into dust by Nanmo. 5. Poems about things
Selling Llamas by Tang Bai Juyi For five years, I rode drunkenly under the flowers, and when I was about to sell them, I turned back and hissed.
Xiang Ji and Gu Zhui still sighed, "How could it be heartless to say goodbye to Luo Tian?" The old horse by Yao He of the Tang Dynasty lay down and could not help him, so he neighed at his master.
On the melancholy east suburban road, the autumn rain makes mud. Yuma Yufu, Tang Yufu, releases the control and retracts the whip, causing the Changjin to move in thin ripples.
The empty hoof is full of green jade, and the broad assumption has no money. Under the sound of the Moxuan Bridge, beside the shadow of the willow.
It is often heard that the nature of the dragon is inherent, and it will cause white stools. Tiger on the Move Tang Qiji Grind your teeth and cross your claws.
Foxes are not powerful, rabbits are not cunning. When hungry, they devour and fill their intestines. You are not afraid of the sun and the moon when you are running rampant. The emperor is born to be ferocious.
I heard roars in the middle of the night in Qiancun, who was shining a sword or a lantern? Tiger Traces, Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty. White foreheads often come to the door at night, and the traces gradually gather in groups by the water.
I am hiding in a cave now. How can I see you again in the cave? Ode to the Crouching Ox Li Jiaming of the Tang Dynasty He was once beaten by Ning Qi's whip and burned by Tian Dan's fire.
I am chewing dry grass in the setting sun. Recently, I have no one to complain about my asthma. Niu Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty Qi Ge first entered the stage, and Yan Zhen performed his feats early.
If you want to go to the peach grove, first go to the catalpa tree. In Wu, I am always gasping for breath, and I am dreaming of being frightened by the wind.
If you don’t use five cents, how can you get 10% off? Plum Blossoms by Wang Anshi There are several plum trees in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming. Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei, Lu You, Song Dynasty. Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.
It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous.
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Hsinchu", several stems have a faint jade color, and are covered with green smoke in the evening.
The sound breaks through the cold window dream, and the roots penetrate the green moss pattern. Gradually, when the threshold is reached, I want to get the eight curtains of clouds.
If you are not a guest from Shanyin, who would love you? Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and losing a poem about plum blossoms. Wang Anshi. Huafa is looking for spring and is happy to see plum blossoms. One of them is piled with snow near the road.
He recalled the old days of Nanmo in Fengcheng, and it was difficult for Xiangyao to come with the post envoy. Recalling Plum Blossoms by Li Shangyin Determined to stay at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things.
Winter plum blossoms are the most detestable. They grow like last year’s flowers. In mid-November, plum blossoms can be seen in Fufengjie. Li Shangyin. The pavilions on the road are beautiful and fragrant at odd times.
Su'e is only with the moon, and the young girl does not spare the frost. The gift is far away and the empty hand is full, but the injury is suitable and the heart is broken.
For whom is Cheng Zao Xiu? Not waiting for the new year to bloom. Plum Blossom Quatrain (Part 1 -) by Lu You. I heard the plum blossoms blooming in the morning breeze, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains. How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 2) The branches in the deep valley are more northerly, and the flowers bloom late every year. Gaobiao Yiyun, do you know that it is the time when the ice and snow accumulate?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 3) The snow blows and the wind blows louder and louder, The integrity of the flowers is the strongest. When time passes, it will drift away, and I will beg for mercy from Mr. Dong even more shamefully.
Early Plum Blossoms Southern Dynasty·Xie Xie It blooms early to welcome the spring, and does not mind the cold alone. Afraid of falling flowers, no one cares to look at them.
Jiangmei by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The plum blossoms are broken before the wax, and there are more plum blossoms after the new year. I know that spring is good, but what is the worst thing to worry about? The snow and trees are of the same color, and the river wind is also ripples.
The hometown is invisible, Wu Xiu is gloomy and craggy. Bamboo by Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie) One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.
Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies. "Chrysanthemums" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty. The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence edges are gradually sloping.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after the flowers bloom. "Ink Plum Blossom" Wang Mian The trees beside the inkstone washing pond at my house are all blooming with faint ink marks.
Don’t let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe. "Ode to Bamboo" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The green bamboo is half in its casing, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall.
The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. Cicada Luo Bin Wang The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in Nanguan are deep in thought.
I couldn’t bear the shadow of Xuan’s temples, so I came to sing to Bai Tou. It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind.
No one believes in nobleness, no one can show his sincerity. "Bee" Luo Yin Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.
After harvesting hundreds of flowers and turning them into honey, it will be sweet for whomever you work hard for. Li He's "Horse Poems" The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. Why should I be golden and have a strong brain? Walk quickly to enjoy the clear autumn.
Sick Cow Li Gang of the Song Dynasty When plowing a thousand acres, a thousand boxes are harvested. Who will be injured again when we are exhausted? But all sentient beings will be satisfied, and they will not hesitate to suffer from illness.